Nothing But the Truth Page #2

- We have your memo.

- What memo?

- We have your findings.

- You know. My attorney is Harry Timmers.

- Do you know him?

- Sure.

He's gonna take a lead pipe to you,

and he's gonna shove it up your ass.

Well, I certainly don't want that.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Our kids go to school together, Robin.

- Rachel Armstrong.

- Right. Whatever.

Are you denying you're CIA?

You know what? You stay away from us.

Okay? I mean it.

Just say that the White House

doesn't comment on security issues.

Is that what you're saying?

Come on, David.

Give me something I can spell.

Off the record, this is bullshit.

You're gonna set off a sh*t storm

for nothing,

for a lousy column inch of space.

- Rachel, it's your son on line five.

- You're gonna have egg on your face.

I gotta go, David.

I got my son on the other line.

Hey, kiddo.

Hi, Mom. Did you get my paper?

Yeah, I'm just getting it now.

Can I read it and call you back?

Okay, but I gotta go to bed soon.

Okay.

Well, you can wait up for me to call you.

But Dad said I had to go to bed.

Well, we'll do it in the morning. I promise.

Okay.

It's just, I have a real big story, honey.

It's fine, Mom.

Okay, I love you. Bye-bye.

- Sorry.

- Hey, what's that?

My son had to do a paper on India.

I was just looking over his outline.

I bet you he could give me 10 inches

on India's nuclear buildup with Pakistan.

- Oh, yeah.

- How'd you do with David?

"White House doesn't comment

on security issues." Blah-blah.

Yeah, well, I know you'll give it

more eloquent phrasing than "blah-blah."

- Sure.

- Feels good, huh?

It's worth every dime I don't make.

Look, I want you to start

on a major profile of Van Doren,

from Yale to CIA, to the marriage

to the ambassador 20 years older than her.

He was her professor. He was married.

A whole drama, I hear.

Now, that's some good stuff.

Look, by the way,

you deserve a good night's sleep.

If I were you,

I'd turn the ringers on my phone off.

Hey, Erica.

- Why are we meeting here, Merrill?

- For the chili.

No. Why are we meeting out

in the open like this?

We're not out in the open, Erica.

No one knows who you are.

Now tomorrow,

when that goddamn story comes out,

tomorrow you'll be out in the open. Sh*t!

Your husband had to go

and write those articles, didn't he?

Keep him out of this.

You're right, Erica. It's not Oscar's fault.

Oscar hasn't been trained in covert ops.

Oscar didn't take an oath of secrecy.

No, it's your fault.

You shouldn't have told him anything.

Okay, hey, guys. Here's the SITREP.

The paper will be out in two hours.

They haven't put it up on the Net.

They didn't want to give

the West Coast papers a chance

to put it in their morning editions.

And Justice is scrambling.

They're bringing in a special prosecutor

to find out who exposed you.

I can't believe this.

I mean, our kids go to school together,

you know, the reporter's kid and mine.

Wait a second. You know her?

Well, I kind of recognized her today,

but we'd never spoken before that moment.

Let me ask you straight out, Erica.

Was it you?

- Was it me, what?

- Was it you who leaked to the Sun Times?

I mean, it's understandable.

The White House ignored your report,

and you got pissed.

You goaded Oscar to write

those quote-unquote, opinion pieces.

When that didn't get traction,

you went to the press yourself.

I went to the press myself.

Someone you knew. Someone you trusted.

F*** you.

F*** me? Touch.

The prosecutor, Patton Dubois,

he'll be in tomorrow.

He'll get Armstrong before the grand jury.

Law says

Armstrong has to give up her source.

Could it have been Oscar?

No. Could it have been you, O'Oara?

How we all doing? Still doing good?

- Doing good.

- You sure?

- Good.

- All right.

I'm gonna put you on the box. Oscar, too.

Fine. But I want everybody in the agency

who knows my identity,

I want them with polygraph wires

up their asses, too,

because there's a traitor among us.

We'll find that person if they're in the CIA.

Nonetheless, we should think about

relocating you for your own good.

No. No.

I will send Allison away for a little while,

but none of this sh*t was my fault.

I'm not gonna be punished.

This Lois Lane and her newspaper,

I'm not gonna let her turn me

into a scared little girl.

I'm staying here.

Whatever.

In the meantime, we'll assign

a protective detail to your home.

I feel so much safer. Thank you.

I can't f***ing believe this.

Mommy.

- Wanna stay home from school today?

- Yeah.

This is very interesting. It's awesome.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome. Wow.

I didn't realize they made

so much coffee in India.

It also has the most democrats in the world.

Well, not quite.

India is the biggest democracy in the world.

- Isn't that the same thing?

- No, it's not the same thing.

Jesus Christ.

Don't give your carrots to Brandon today.

Okay?

Okay, Mom.

You did it.

This changes everything.

You're gonna win a Pulitzer.

I don't know about that.

- Timmy, come on. Eat your breakfast.

- I don't like them.

Come on, don't give Mommy a hard time.

Finish your eggs.

- Eggs give you cancer.

- Eggs don't give you cancer.

All right, you know what?

I'll finish your cancer, okay. Okay?

Feels pretty good though.

That was a lot of work.

You didn't tell me half the stuff

that's in here.

Well, you don't tell me anything

that goes into your novels, so it's fair.

A spokesman for the newspaper says

because her husband is a vocal opponent

of the administration,

this makes Mrs. Van Doren's employment

with the CIA absolutely newsworthy.

- Mom?

- In Mexico City...

- What's up, kiddo?

- Can we go to the zoo today?

To the zoo? It's a school day.

Maybe we can go tonight?

Well, the animals are sleeping at night.

You don't want to mess

with sleeping animals.

They might be a bit cranky.

Okay, come on, sweetie,

you're gonna be late.

- You got your stuff?

- You want to finish it?

Great, thank you.

Hey. Come on, you're forgetting.

Give me a kiss.

I love you. Have a good day.

Hey, Connor.

I'm sorry, you scared the hell out of me.

I'm Special Agent Coddington.

I'm with the FBI.

We need you to come with us, please.

What for?

I don't know, ma'am. They just asked me

to come here and pick you up.

Hey there, Miss Armstrong. Come on in.

I'm Patton Dubois, federal prosecutor.

Please come on in. Thanks for coming by.

Did I have a choice?

Of course you did.

I don't have anything to say,

so if you have a problem,

contact my editors.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

No, thank you.

Sure, sir, I'm gonna take some.

Great scoop, by the way.

If this doesn't make your career,

God knows what will.

Holy moly.

That was something.

Well, I'm gonna be announced in a few days,

just as soon as

all the paperwork goes through,

as the special counsel to investigate

this leak about Erica Van Doren.

- That was fast.

- Yeah, I know, it's kind of unusual,

but the boys over at Justice seem to think

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